After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#192 “Let’s Go Home, Love.”

As they stood outside the airport, the air heavy with the anticipation of departure, Benjamin prepared to board his flight back to Europe. Sophia’s expression was troubled as she watched her brother, a pang of sadness tugging at her heartstrings.

Alexander noticed her distress and reached out to gently touch her arm. 11 What’s wrong, love?” he asked softly, concern etched in his features.

Sophia sighed, her gaze distant as she struggled to put her emotions into words. “I just can’t shake this feeling of disappointment,” she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. “My grandfather was someone I respected deeply, and I just can’t understand how he could be involved in something like this.”

Alexander nodded understandingly, his grip on her arm tightening slightly in a gesture of support. “I know, it’s hard to come to terms with,” he murmured, his voice filled with empathy.

But Sophia wasn’t finished. With a heavy heart, she continued, her words coming out in a rush of emotion. “And the documents we found…they revealed so much more than I ever could have imagined,” she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. “Crimes related to the mafia, the revelation that my father’s car accident was a result of mafia retaliation…it’s just too much to bear.”

Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes as she spoke, the weight of the truth crashing down on her shoulders. But even in the midst of her grief, there was a steely determination in her voice.

get away with this,” she vowed, her voice filled with resolve. “Those responsible for these heinous crimes will face the consequences, no

his arms offering her comfort and solace amidst the turmoil of

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softly, his voice

a whisper. “I can’t shake the feeling of

his voice laced with empathy. “But you don’t have to face this alone, Sophia. We’ll navigate through it

comfort in his reassuring words. But as she listened to Alexander’s warning about

she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “But I can’t just sit back and do nothing. My father and grandfather deserve

grave. “I know,” he said quietly. “But we need to be smart about this. We can investigate together,

solemnly, her determination unwavering. “I promise, “she vowed, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging

Kyle in their investigation,

his voice thoughtful. “He’s got connections and resources that could help us figure out who took those missing

idea,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude. “Let’s reach out to him and see

with the mafia. “Are you okay with the revelation about your father having a child with another woman before being with your

question. “Honestly, it’s a lot to process,” she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “But I believe in